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“Ms Miller!”

“Who’s barking your name?” he demands, and if he was cranky seconds before, he’s thunderous now

I glance at the redhead “I, uh, don’t know”

“You don’t know?” he challenges

“I haven’t gotten a name”

“You’ve been in HR for two hours and you don’t know the name of the person you’re with?”

I cutroom for most of the two hours”

“What? You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbles under his breath “Put whomever you are with on the phone”

I really don’t want someone else’s job on my conscience, either

“Ms Miller,” he says, and my name is a reprimand

“Yes?”

“Put the person on the phone”

“Please don’t make me do that”

“You do not follow direction well, do you?”

“I’m about to head to my desk now”